KARL PAUL KADON, JR., age 91, of Loveland, Ohio, passed away peacefully in his sleep on Ash Wednesday (February 17) 2021. He is survived by his wife of 63 years who he loved beyond measure, Shirley Anita "Sunni" (Leach) Kadon; by his children Karl (Martha) Kadon, William (Jennifer) Kadon, and Claire (Timothy) Oliver; by his grandchildren Karl (Angela), Kurt (Wendy), Caroline (Mark), Clayton, Katherine, Nicholas, Christopher and Claudia (Kadon), Samuel and Nora (Oliver); by his great-grandchildren Vivian Elle and Louise (Bruce), by his sister-in-law Margaret (Raming) Kadon; and by his nephew Erik and his niece Krista (Kadon). He was preceded in death by his parents, Karl P. Kadon, Sr., and Margaret (Corbett) Kadon and by his brother, John R. Kadon. He totally and unconditionally loved his family, and they totally and unconditionally loved him right back. He taught his children and grandchildren what it means to be honest, hardworking and kind. He will be long remembered, greatly celebrated, and dearly missed. He was born at the cusp of The Great Depression in 1929 which, like so many others of The Greatest Generation, shaped him forever. His work ethic was second to none, and he always responsibly planned for the family's future. As scion of stonemason Otto Kadon (the talented and highly-sought-after Prussian immigrant on his father's side), he learned early the key elements of that craft and used them as necessary through his life, building (or later in life, directing the building) of such things as stone retaining walls, sidewalks, driveways, and various other projects. He played football at Withrow High School, graduated from the University of Cincinnati, was a fighter pilot in the United States Air Force and saw combat in the Korean War, served in the Air Force Reserve as a fighter-bomber pilot, got a Master's degree at Xavier University, became a 32nd Degree Scottish Rite Mason, and worked in corporate America but left to found the Princeton Tire Company, a successful business that is now the oldest continuously-operating business in Tri-County (and is still in the family, run by his son Bill and his grandsons Nick and Chris), but it is fair to write that his life is best defined by his unabashed love of family. He clearly ached when separated from his wife, he fretted when children or grandchildren were away whether it was for military deployments or for college or just for a long trip (his letters, which always included clippings from the Cincinnati Enquirer containing his unvarnished views in the margins, are legendary), he was proud of family accomplishments and was always, always, always there to provide grounding and counsel whenever needed. His advice and perspectives on life were and are enduring and are part of the family lexicon, certain to be passed to the next generations. He was sensitive to the suffering that financial difficulties bring to people. He was keen on fiscal conservatism yet in his small business - even when times were slow - he routinely provided goods and services to people and small businesses in financial straits for whom cash flow was not comfortable, requiring only their word that they would repay him. No contract other than that was needed. And mostly, they did pay their bills. Sometimes slowly, a bit each week or month, sometimes over years, but pay they did, becoming lifelong, faithful Princeton Tire customers. Notwithstanding his standard 80 hours-plus work week, he helped coach football and baseball like many other dads, but is chiefly remembered by his family for decades of service to Knox Presbyterian Church, for teaching business classes to incarcerated men at a state correctional institute, and for being active in the Springdale Kiwanis, raising money for the residents of Longview Hospital through events such as pancake breakfasts and steak fries - where he worked alongside his children. He was the Springdale Kiwanis Man of the Year once, but to his entire family he was Man of the Year, every year. From childhood, he loved the outdoors. He rode horses and tended to animals, he hunted, shot recreationally, and hiked the woods of Clermont County. As an adult, his version of ideal relaxation after church on a Sunday afternoon (he worked most Saturdays) was to tend to his garden ("encouraging" his children to assist in planting and seemingly endless weeding), harvesting what was ripe, and then relaxing with an ice cold Hudepohl before firing up the grill to cook the meat. He was The Master Griller - a skill, art, and love that he passed on to his children and grandchildren, no doubt to be passed on by them. Cicero wrote, "The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living." William Wordsworth wrote, "The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love." And so Karl P. Kadon, Jr., will remain alive in the memories of his family and others who knew him, for all those little acts, and for leading by his example of quiet, honorable service, absolute dedication to family, loyalty to this great nation, faith in God, perseverance, and love of life and its adventures. In consideration of the pandemic, funeral services will be private and family-only, followed by military honors and interment at Spring Grove Cemetery. The family asks that instead of flowers, donations be made in his name either to the Shriner's Hospital in Dayton, Ohio ("Shriners Children's Ohio"), at: https://donate.lovetotherescue.org/give/119312/#!/donation/checkout?utm_source=shcmain&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=donatebutton&utm_campaign=shc&c_src=shc&c_src2=main; or to St. Jude Children's Cancer Research Hospital, at: https://www.stjude.org/donate/donate-to-st-jude.html.